Page 13 of Teach Me Daddy

“Nothing for you to be sorry for. Everything that’s happened in the past has led me here.”

“Where’s here?” I think I know what he’s going to say, but I need to be sure.

“Here with you, Madison. Being your Daddy, if you’ll let me.” Blake stares into my eyes with such intensity I feel like I’ll combust.

“I’ve never been in a relationship like this before,” I answer honestly. “I’m not sure what to do or what this all means.”

He grabs a loofah and encourages me to sit up. After squeezing a generous amount of bodywash onto it, he wets it and begins to gently cleanse my back, being mindful of the still tender marks on my skin.

“If I’m your Daddy, then I’m the man in your life who’s responsible for you. I’ll spoil you and cherish you. Take care of you and love you.”That doesn’t sound so bad.“But I’ll also punish you when you need it.”

I glance at him over my shoulder. “When I’m bad?” I ask the question playfully, but he’s serious as he nods.

“You’re never bad, little one. Only your behavior. And Daddy’s already seen glimpses of bratty behavior from you.” He raises an eyebrow at me and I bite back a smile. “I know that you like to push me, test your boundaries. But you’ll learn veryquickly just how far you can take it because when you cross the line, Daddy’s flogger won’t feel so nice.”

My thighs clench together at his words. It sounds like it should be wrong, but that just makes it all the more enticing. I want this. And I want him. The promise of being taken care of by this man feels like everything, all the things I’ve never had but always wanted. He’s the only person I can imagine trusting enough to do this. To fulfill this role for me.

To be my Daddy.

“Yes,” I reply as he runs the loofah over my shoulders and across my breasts. The act is sensual, but also caring in a way that soothes my soul. “I want that. I want you to be my Daddy.” Leaning over the edge of the tub, he kisses me. It’s lingering and sweet, and feels like a promise.

We sit in comfortable silence as he cleanses the rest of my body, then washes and conditions my hair. I rarely let anyone see my natural curls, but I want him to see all of me—wild, messy hair included. I’m thoroughly relaxed and feel my eyelids become heavy. Exhaustion begins to set in, but I manage to keep my eyes open as he helps me out of the tub and dries me off with a fluffy, heated towel. I lean against him, loving the way he presses the occasional kiss to the various parts of my body as he pats the plush material over every inch of my skin.

He leads me to the bed with my hair still damp, but he doesn’t seem to care if I get his pillow wet. Then, he draws back the duvet and guides me beneath the covers before stepping back and stripping off his clothes. I lie on my side, watching him, the desire to feel him inside me again fighting with the urge to go to sleep. But he makes the decision for me when he climbs into bed behind me, pressing himself flush against my body and making me the small spoon to his big one.

I’ve always wanted to be the little spoon.

My mind is at peace, but before I fall asleep, Blake snakes an arm around my waist and trails his hand down my stomach. When he reaches my freshly waxed pussy, he kisses my shoulder and rubs small circles over my clit.

“Daddy needs you one more time, little one,” he confesses, making my heart swell every time he calls me that special name. “One more time, so I can claim this sweet little cunt as mine.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m all yours.”

He slowly works my clit with his fingers, using his other hand to play with my nipples until they’re rock hard and aching. His lips move along my neck, sucking and biting, while I lazily rub my ass cheeks against his thickening cock.

Moaning with pleasure, I arch my back, and his hand suddenly leaves my pussy, making me whimper with frustration. But then, my leg is lifted and draped over his, allowing him to push his big cock inside me. I gasp as he places his heavy palm over my lower stomach, pulling me toward him so that he can sink deeper into my core.

“Always so damn tight,” he growls in my ear. “And now, you’remine.Mine to please and punish any way that Daddy sees fit. I’m going to own this pussy, little one. And you’re gonna let me.”

“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Please,” I beg while he drives himself in and out of me from behind.

His arm tightens around me and he groans, the sound traveling straight to the apex of my thighs, where I tighten my slick walls around his girthy cock. I cry out in ecstasy before I come hard, my legs shaking as I mindlessly dig my nails into his forearm.

My mind drifts off to a blissful place, only coming back down when I feel Blake come inside me. We’re both breathless as we lie in the darkness of the room, huddled together with his softening cock still in my pussy. I’d stay like this forever if Icould, but all too soon, Blake leaves the bed just long enough to retrieve a dampened washcloth from the bathroom. He cleans us both up before tossing the cloth into a hamper and crawling back into bed behind me. I’m pulled into the safety of his arms and turn my head to kiss him before I close my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep with my heart full and content.

I’ve never felt so loved and wanted. And that scares me, because if I’m honest with myself, I’m already falling for this man.

6

BLAKE

We're spending time together but I want more.

The next couple of weeks pass in a blur. I have my other classes to teach, and I get through them just fine, as I usually do. But every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, my little one tortures me by sitting in the front row while she’s in my class, listening to me lecture, but looking so sexy and beautiful without even trying. The hour that I can’t touch her is maddening and always ends with her slipping into my office to be fucked on my desk. It’s hard and fast, but I’ll take it until the evenings when she comes to my place and we can be alone.

I can’t get enough of her. She’s inched her way inside my heart and my life, making me feel things I didn’t think I could anymore. I’ve been guarded around women ever since my relationship ended with Sarah, but that didn’t mean I stopped believing that love exists. I’ve just been careful not to get too close to anyone. I didn’t want to feel that kind of betrayal again, so I've kept myself closed off, only satisfying my sexual needs at Club Sin. Just temporary partners with no commitment. And certainly never allowing anyone into my home. My private sanctuary. My safe space.

But Madison is exceptional. And I want her with me all the time.

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